C419 Guarding

An hour had passed, and the ring had already been repaired.

"Mo Feng will be on stage." The judge's voice was clear, Dong Zhengyu immediately touched Mo Feng.

"Phew." Mo Feng opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of impure air. His throat still ached with the pain of being burned, but he recovered very quickly with the help of the jade plate.

"Swoosh."

Jumping onto the stage